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    "Laughin' At Ya" Lyrics

    Iconz feat. Heron

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    Some of y'all niggas need to call your wife and your chaperone
    Right motherfucking now
    Ya know why (Why, they got to call em why, why)
    Cause the party's over dog (why, why, why)
    Fire starters up in this motherfucker here
    (fire starters who the hell is that)
    Fire starters is them niggas from MIA
    (MIA I don't know shit bout no MIA)

    Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
    Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
    Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha

    Nigga I don't give a fuck if your vest be on
    When I spit one in your chest be gone
    y'all niggas done fucked up, y'all want to test me huh
    I make y'all spit the shit y'all got and want to blast me what!

    y'all motherfuckers know me, homie
    The one and only
    Sick beef stick to your bitch like baloney, homie
    Me and chapter's more then Chromies, homie
    Like we swim in the sauce like we Chef Ravioli

    I blaze these tracks with amazing raps
    Bet y'all say who the fuck is that
    Two twenty-five sport ice twice your size
    Look at my clique
    When we ride it's like icersize
    Blind shine nigga

    [Luc Duc]
    It's so true nigga
    When I'm broke I come and bust at you nigga
    When I'm horny I can take your trick from you nigga
    Peep game niggas
    y'all can't fuck wit us (wit us)

    [Luc Duc (Others)]
    We roll through like semis
    What's that smoke trees coming from the M-I
    (We laughing at ya)
    Ha, Ha, (You Fuck with us)
    Ha, Ha, (Dumb Bitch)

    We roll through like semis
    What's that smoke trees coming from the M-I
    (We laughing at ya)
    Ha, Ha, (We bucking at ya)
    Ha, Ha, (Die Nigga)

    Nigga, we pop bottles and shells
    Find us in south bay
    Getting lit in custom model V-12s
    We pimp and got models for sale
    Pussy hot at the tail
    Born to goggle dicks with throats deeper then whales
    Don't call me Jehovah cause I only offer you hell
    Fuck casket shopping and nigga seal your coffin with nails

    [Stage McCloud]
    How many times must I tell everybody?
    You not ready for Stage or my shottie
    I send cats to heaven with guides like Scottie
    Shut down blocks like Compton House Parties (that's right)
    All you average Joes are straight sloppy
    Poppi call me HIV you can't stop me

    y'all niggas really don't know me
    I Chill on the side like your chrome be
    Blowing up shit like the phone be
    Do my dirt all by my lonely
    Taking that cheese like macaroni


    [Luc Duc]
    Throw it up; if you feel you can thug like me
    Take a bud light it up and get high like me
    Take a trick lift her thighs lick her clit like me
    Take a glock lick back and bust shots like me

    [Tony Manshino]
    It's the motherfucking K-I with the N-G in me
    So call me ageless struggle Professor na, na Tree P

    [Stage McCloud]
    y'all know we more clits then four dykes straight up
    Beef with us might get you laid up or sprayed up
    For real I'm sicker then flu season
    No reason
    We pull gats till we see heavy breathing

    I'm bout to drop a dime on ya like a snitch to the feds
    Take my shit in doses it might just fuck up your head
    Beat this game now and all I'm seeing is red
    And a bunch dead motherfuckers when I sliced your head

    Yo, yo, yo
    I never stop folks
    I squeeze till they brain on the condo
    These niggas probably thinking like oh this from a model
    I'm a trife ho
    May I sight mighty tight?
    Just know I'll blow your ass up quicker then Heidi Flight
    Cause I'm the shit on this mic
    y'all niggas better off slinging dick to your wife


    (Ha, Ha in the background)

    This how we putting down for the y2 grand nigga
    Straight for the M-I-A
    Iconz nigga
    Dirty, Dirty south style
    Yeah nigga
    Representing all of Dayd County
    To New York City to Open Lot
    Atlantic City
    Little Haiti
    All my niggas from the OT
    All my thugs from the grill
    To Doon
    The O city
    Around to the Keys
    All my get money niggas
    All my take money bitches
    All my bust a slug thugs for those who show no love
    This song was submitted on November 21st, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes.
    Written by Gustavo Clarke, Otis R Young, Andre Wallace, Tony Castillo, Cherretha Rogers.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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